Rocket from the Crypt

On it first couple albums R.F.T.C. was a bulky post-hardcore outfit wandering the back roads of classic rock 'n' roll in search of the universal. Scream, Dracula, Scream! is proof they found it. Speedo and company sound rapturous. They're rocking out, knowing they forged a priceless heirloom encrusted with gems from their forefathers: Phil Spector, Brian Wilson, Social D., Fugazi. When the Ramones made End of the Century, their failed stab at Born to Run, this is what they envisioned making.

San Diego's Rocket From the Crypt are the amalgamation of all things working class. On
Scream, Dracula, Scream! the six-piece band pits the ferocity of West Coast hardcore
against a wailing horn section, sing-along choruses and fat, hoagie-eating rhythms. The
Rocket members' dress may be strictly bowling-alley chic, but they aren't boneheads.
Rocket are actually more renowned as leaders of San Diego's underground-rock... More >